Page 82 of Hungry Like a Wolf
Orm was running down the beach. “Over mead. I will tell you all over a horn or ten of mead.” Orm held his hand in the air and ran into the waves. Within seconds, he’d disappeared under the water and then was striking out toward the longboat.
“That was unexpected.” Ravn removed his weapons and then placed his hands on his hips.
“Very.” Carmel stood and went to him.
“Why do you think he made the journey?” He took her into his arms.
“You all have the sea in your veins. Your blood is laced with saltwater. ’Haps the ocean called to him. ’Haps his home called to him. Maybe he wanted to show the world his pretty bride.” She paused. “It could be he wanted to see you.”
“He’s never liked me.” Ravn tutted. “Why would he want to see me?”
“That wasn’t what I just witnessed.” She stroked his hair, tucking it behind his ears. “He just jumped off a boat to swim and see you. That isn’t something you do for someone you don’t like.”
Ravn appeared thoughtful. “You’re very wise, you know that?”
“And you are caring and bossy, clever, and yet sometimes slow. And also, you are a fine warrior and seafarer and…”
“Keep going.” He grinned. “This is fun.”
“And glorious at fucking.”
His eyes widened a moment, then he laughed. “You repeat my brother’s crude words. That is not like you.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No.” He sat on the chair and smiled up at her. “I think I like it.”
“Then you will like this.” She straddled him and reached for his belt buckle. Within a few seconds, it was undone and hanging aside.
“Carmel,” he said as he watched her undo the tie on his pants. “You are still…”
“I am not sick. I am almost well, and I think you are the last dose of medicine I need.”
“Then I am at your service.” He ran his wide palms up her thighs, gathering her tunic and exposing her bare pussy. He swallowed and licked his lips as he looked at her patch of hair.
“Is the longboat gone?” she asked, slipping her hand into his pants and gripping his cock.
He grunted as she wrapped her hand around his growing hardness. “It is…” He looked over her shoulder. “Going out of view very soon, around the headland.”
“That is good, because I’m going to sit on your cock.”
He laughed, a shocked huff of sound. “Your illness has left you with a wicked mouth.”
She smiled and freed his cock entirely. “It’s liberating.”
“It’s the way Vikings speak.”
“Which you wanted from me.”
“Ja.” He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. “Fuck, it feels good when you touch me like that.”
She worked his length in several steady, firm strokes. It rose to full hardness and as always, it amazed her how quickly her husband could go from flaccid to steeliness in seconds. His cock was always ready for fucking, always willing to spill seed into her.
“The longboat has gone,” he said, opening his eyes. “We are alone.”
“Good.” She lifted up and placed one hand on his shoulder for balance. “You should see if I am wet for you.”
His eyes sparkled. “I should?”
